Poetry
Clink
The Clink In a snug pub at ten‑one on a Sunday, the bar‑ches contribute their quiet rhyme, let a dozen grey‑washed pints align, their glassy hearts wrapped in a silver sheen. The clink – a
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On a river that drifts like a dream, the colour of dusk spills over booted boots, and the poet’s pen, half‑filled with grief, writes the flutter of menace in the rain. In the depths
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WALL·E In a crumbling, quiet orbit, he limps through plastic echoes, WAL‑Lety, the lone spanner of Earth’s forgotten landfill. His ivory-bright arm sways, a humble sweep through rust and grit, a single
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Cubic Palimpsest Stanza 1 – The Tangible Cube In a quiet council‑room the square sits, a block of oak with edges honed to a straight, quiet — the kind that measures the light‑fall, colour‑drenched dust in its corners. The
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Witness for the Prosecution In the hushed marble of the High Court’s great hall, a stack of evidence sits in neat piles, the ripple of a fore‑court transcript as the judge opens his gavel‑faded
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